Summer lights on the beach…’tis an ugly political season once again…and I skip with lanterns in the sand, eating hush puppies and crab meat, turning my face to the wind…breathing water and salt and silence.
I will not tread on trouble.
Most have read only the cover and introduction of things. There are many voices. No one truly knows the inner content.
I will not tread on trouble.
690 Saint Paul 